My sweet wife won again

Chapter 120 The Image in My Mind

The orchid-like pure aura in the girl's eyes is getting weaker and weaker, replaced by a breathtaking and astonishing coquettishness.

"Let, I'll come down, Murong, Cheng...Han, help me, help me, I'm so uncomfortable, so...suffering."

That low, soft request, to Murong Chenghan's ears, sounded like an exhortation from a pillow.

His throat was slightly dry and hoarse. Although he tried his best not to associate it with strange aspects, it was really...

All the red balls have been taken away, and now there are only a few colored balls left on the table.

It was Murong Chenghan's turn to hit the ball, and his current score was temporarily behind by a few points.

Only by pocketing the 5-point blue ball, 6-point pink ball, and 7-point black ball in one breath, can the game turn defeat into victory.

With a beautiful high shot, Murong Chenghan pocketed the blue ball and then aimed at the pink ball.

Just as he was about to hit the club, Li Dacheng on the side suddenly said, "I'm creating opportunities for you."

The man was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, his brows could not help furrowing, and he raised his head in confusion.

"Master Murong may not be very clear, this woman, if you want to win her heart, you must first win her man."

"Stop telling me such nonsense and nonsense!" Murong Chenghan shouted angrily, suppressing the weird thoughts in his heart.

"You like her, don't you?" Li Dacheng said, "You don't even grasp the opportunity like now, and it will be even more so in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already refocused his eyes on the ball in front of him. With a light bump from the club, the pink ball was rubbed into the bag.

There was only the last black ball left. Once he scored, he could take Feng Lingling away and leave this ghost place.

Just as he was about to hit the ball, Li Dacheng's voice suddenly sounded next to him, constantly disturbing his thoughts.

"Murong Chenghan, I can see that you are not a real couple, are you? If you don't take advantage of this excuse to ask her, then the girl may never have your place in her heart."

After a pause, he said again: "It's normal to lose, isn't it? She won't blame you."

At this time, in the wine pool on the side of the ball table, Feng Lingling's pretty face was blushing, and there were two drunken blushes floating on her cheeks.

A strong aroma of wine lingered on the girl's body.

She yelled "pain" in a low voice, her eyes were blurred and her eyes moved.

The people next to him were itchy to see it, but because of the rules, they couldn't reach out and touch it.

"Where does it hurt the beauty?" They began to tease her with words, with playful smiles.

Xiao Nizi said "head" in a daze.

Then, she murmured again: "Hands hurt too."

After finishing speaking, Feng Lingling shook her heavy brain, then her feet went limp and bumped unsteadily.

Because the body leaned forward, the center of gravity suddenly shifted down, and the wrist was strangled.

For a while, the swelling and pain became even more unbearable.

The arm that was held up for a long time was too sore, and the sadness in the girl's heart was like a floodgate, continuously spreading up.

"Don't hit me," she cried, "I was wrong, I'm sorry, I dare not run away, I dare not."

The images in my mind are messy.

Endless despair surged.

When the pain was so numb, a boy appeared in her mind. It was inexplicable, and her mood gradually calmed down.

She couldn't see the boy clearly.

But she could see his smile.

In a hazy dream, they sat side by side on the low roof. In midsummer night, amidst the chirping of cicadas, they looked up at the stars in the sky together.

"Brother Amo, the stars are so beautiful," Feng Lingling, who was drunk, closed her eyes and murmured to herself in a nightmare, "Wow! Look, there is a meteor shower."

(End of this chapter)